("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Gardening Fun by Willie Duet (willieduet@hotmail.com) *** Back in the day before STD's my wife had a thing for the gardener. When I found out about it we all got kinky together and had a good time. I hope you enjoy reading about thsi adventure, but before embarking on this type of activity use common sense and condoms. (MMF, wife-sharing, voy, drugs) *** I got off work at four. I wanted to see what Armand had done for our landscaping project at the house. Armand does a lot of work around our place. My wife Sheila is usually the one who directs him, but I like to check in just to make sure they aren't getting something completely cockeyed. I also like to check in because Armand has some friends in the dope business and he is constantly scoring some very nice weed. I like to buy in at the same time. I just pay him twice as much as I would have for his labor alone and he brings me three or four ounces of grass. This particular day I was anxious to meet with him because a long promised stash of Vancouver green had arrived, and I had been without any to smoke for a week. I had gotten into a nice routine, smoking every night, and I liked it. Whenever I had a little break from this routine I would realize just how much I liked it. Anybody that thinks weed isn't addictive has never smoked it steadily for a month or two. My wife knows I smoke and sometimes she gets on me about it but generally lets me alone. For one thing, it means she can get away with stuff herself. How much she gets away with I was soon to find out. But for me it meant we got to ignore each other's little issues. For another thing, if she's in the mood for sex she knows that grass makes both of us more disposed to just go for it; the stupid arguments we otherwise get into don't happen when we've smoked a joint or two. Sex was never better than when we are both high. Sheila has a nice body and she likes to show it off in an earthy way. Her favorite outfit working in the yard is an old pair of cutoff 501 button fly jeans, minus the top two buttons, and one of my old work shirts; no panties, no bra, no shoes. There is nothing sexier to see than her bending over with the shirt gapping away to reveal her boobs hanging down, nice 38 Ds with no tan lines and big pointy nipples that pucker up hard at the slightest provocation. Even better is the sight of her standing with hands on hips, her shorts low down with a few little curls of pubic hair poking out where the buttons are gone, her nicely rounded belly and navel on display under the half buttoned work shirt. It doesn't get any better than this, going to the nursery with her dressed this way, to see the reactions guys have to her. More than once we've got it on as soon as we got home, because she looked so hot, we both got excited and just had to fuck. This particular day I parked in the carport and walked around to the back, because I knew that Armand would be putting his tools away and Sheila would be making a list of the things she wanted done next. I had a roll of bills to pay Armand in my pocket. As I rounded the back corner of the house I heard them talking. Then I saw Sheila, standing bent over with her hands on her knees, looking intently at something Armand was working on. He was on his hands and knees in front of her, next to a newly built retaining wall. I admired Sheila's ass. It was round and firm in her old cutoff shorts, which had ridden up tightly into the crack of her butt. From where I stood, her shirt hung away from her, and I could see the underside of her tits, and daylight between them. Wow, I thought, that means Armand is getting an eyeful too, from the front. As I came closer he saw me and stood up, making a motion to dust his knees. But something caught my eye right then, he was sporting a bit of a hard on, poking against the front of his pants. He put his hand over it but that just made more obvious what it was. I reached out to shake his hand and he let go of his dick, and I thought, wow, what a boner, what was he thinking? Looking at Sheila had got him turned on. I immediately dismissed the thought, she looks sexy as hell, and it was only natural that a guy would get excited and want to fuck her. "Hi guys!" I said, cheerful as I could be. Armand smiled back, realizing that everything was going to be cool. Sheila was in a great mood, I guess it had all gone well. She waved me close and grabbed my arm, very excited. Her boob pressed against me. I looked down at her generous cleavage. She had maybe three buttons open and her tits looked luscious. Her nipples made little tents in the soft material of the shirt. I resisted the impulse to squeeze them. "Look at this, I asked Armand to make a wall here and I think it came out great! What do you think?" I looked in the direction she pointed, feeling the warmth of her hands on me. There were little glints of blond in her brown hair. I noticed right away her eyes were kind of red, and her pupils were enlarged. Well, it wasn't a bad time for pollen, so the only explanation was that she had recently smoked a joint! I looked at Armand. His eyes were also dilated and bloodshot. All right! Things were looking up, this was going to be just fine. "Hey, that looks great! I like what you did, you did well!" The wall did look good, looked like it had been there forever. But my compliment was more to do with the grass they had smoked, and my imminent participation in getting loaded. So I gave her a big hug, this time putting my hand on her ass, lifting her up against me. Her thigh pressed tightly into my crotch and I felt my cock responding. I suggested that we should all go inside and have a drink, or something, while I settled up with Armand on the money. They agreed enthusiastically. We put the rest of the tools away and went in to the den, which is at the back of the house with a view out into the yard. I asked Sheila to bring us all a beer, and while she did that I counted out Armand's wages and the extra for the dope. He handed me a fat package that fairly reeked of grass, chuckling merrily. I had to state the obvious, "You guys already got started, I can tell. I'm surprised, I've never known Sheila to smoke in the daytime." Now he grinned. "You know, man, I was building that damn wall all day, and she kept making me change it, too high, too low, wrong color rocks, man she was driving me crazy. So I took a break and made a j from your stash, and right then she came around the corner. Damn, busted, I thought she would be pissed, I was ready to split! And she was pissed, pissed as hell, but I said, hey, you're stressing me out, I gotta unwind. And I was standing there with this big old reefer lit and I took a chance. I said, why don't you try some? And damned if she didn't! I didn't think she smoked at all, but she knew exactly what she was doing. Man that is some good stuff. And after that, everything was just fine, she mellowed out! That was just an hour ago. I finished the wall just when you drove up!" I slapped his shoulder gently, smiling. "Man, that is good to know. I'm going to remember that." Just then Sheila came in with three Coronas, handed one to each of us and sat down on the couch next to Armand. We raised our bottles in a toast and took a pull. Sheila looked good, her knees up, slightly apart, those old loose shorts gapping at the legs, her boobs pushing at the soft shirt as her chest rose and fell gently with her breathing, and her slightly stoned gaze out at the yard. I took the package of dope to my desk and quickly rolled a few nice fat joints. I stuck one into my pocket, came back to the couch with three more. I sat down at the end of the couch and lit one, taking a little drag. I handed it to Armand, and when he'd toked, he passed it to Sheila, who accepted it without a word and dragged in deeply. I thought, Armand could wind up sleeping in the spare room, cause this is really good stuff. Depending on how much he'd already had, it might be hours before I'd want him driving. I could feel a big rush building. My turn came again. This was very, very potent. I toked and said so. Sheila's voice was low and husky, "Yeah, this is real good. You know me and Armand smoked one right before you came. I'm likin' it, babe. I'm likin' it a lot." She smiled dreamily across at me and Armand, who nodded and smiled back. One, I thought? Nah, they were both lying, I'd guess they'd shared more than one j. "That's cool, Sheil'. I'm glad you guys burned a few to get started. We're all friends here. We can do this." She smiled and nodded, didn't disagree with my "a few". I was definitely feeling the buzz. They had to be flying. I looked at my wife again. Oh yes, she was loaded. We smoked in silence, looking out at the yard, the fading light. Armand sipped the last of his beer. I got up and asked if he wanted another. My vision was pulsating. I heard Sheila saying something. I looked down and thought, damn she's sexy. I was looking at her tits, watching her breathe, they looked so good and I wanted to see them, touch them, suck them. My dick stirred in my pants and I had a tremendous urge to touch myself, right there, right then. My hand moved, beyond my control, I stroked my crotch, as my eyes continued to drink in the lusty beauty of her chest, my mouth worked on forming a sentence, and my ears took in what Sheila was saying. "There are no more beers, that was the last of them. You were supposed to get more!" She was right, I had said I would. She was mildly upset. "You better go get some, you can't disappoint our guest!" She gestured with her Corona. I decided I was ok to drive, I'd only had a little to smoke and part of one beer. She continued, "Get the beer, me and Armand will stay here and guard these joints." She giggled. I was getting my act together, and I managed to speak. "Damn, I'm sorry. I'll go right now, I'll be back in 30 minutes. Sit tight, Armand, here, finish mine!" I handed him my nearly full Corona, from which I had only sipped a little. He sat back smiling. I thought, what a nice guy we have working for us. I went out through the kitchen into the garage, hearing the door latch close behind me with a loud click. On a hunch, I looked into the storage cupboard. I saw two cases of Corona in plain sight. We had plenty, why would Sheila say different? She wanted me out of the house, that much was clear. I walked out to my truck thinking about it. In a few seconds I was driving down the road, watching my speed and paying close attention to the road, thinking about Sheila and Armand. All the way to the convenience store my mind was on my driving but at the same time I was thinking about the unusual situation that I had left behind, my wife and the gardener and some very potent weed, which they'd started smoking before I got there. That provocative scene in the yard played over and over in my mind. He'd definitely been excited looking at her tits, the shape of his cock had been clearly defined in his pants, he had the hots for Sheila. Armand never turned down an opportunity to get loaded, and I knew about his reputation with women. I thought about Armand screwing my wife, what an interesting idea. I decided that would be ok, that I might like that. Yes, that would be fine, I thought, turning the image over in my mind. I got a twelve pack of beer and started back. Now I was thinking about Armand's reputation as a lover. The story was that women dug him because he took a long time to get off. It wasn't that he had a huge cock, no, he just had amazing staying power, and they liked the long ride he gave them. I remembered that Sheila knew about this story, she'd heard it from the cleaning lady, who knew Armand's ex girlfriend. I was worried but more than that I was excited. I wondered, if I stayed away long enough, what might happen? Was something about to happen when I arrived? Was all of this just stirred up by the dope? I wasn't pissed about it, I was actually kind of curious and more than that, excited to think about my wife fucking somebody else, somebody I knew. I realized that a part of me wanted this to happen rather powerfully, that I wanted to see it. So, instead of driving clear up the driveway I parked down in the street and carried the beer, walking quietly back to the house. I went in to the garage, and found that the door to the house was locked. I came back out and tried the front door, same thing. We never locked doors. Now my heart was thumping. I knew something was happening. Still carrying the beer I walked quietly around to the patio, and bending low, maneuvered myself over to a window that had a view into the den. The blinds were down but cracked open, and the window was open too. I peered in, seeing that Sheila and Armand were still on the couch. I moved a little closer, to get a real good view and hear them clearly, they were seated about 12 feet away, and they weren't looking in my direction. I got comfortable on my knees. They had moved closer together after I left. I could see that they were sharing another joint. Sheila was sitting cross legged on the couch, her knee against his thigh, and they were laughing. "You know he'll be gone for at least an hour, don't sweat it, Armand", she was saying. "Besides, we'll hear his truck in the driveway. Just like before. Relax." Sheila had placed her left hand on his thigh, up near his hip. Armand leaned back, taking a deep drag on the joint, with his eyes half closed. My wife's gaze had settled on his crotch. His pants were tented up by his cock again, he put his hand on it casually and gave it a squeeze. She leaned way forward, putting both hands on his leg, I figured he was getting another great view of her tits right about now. I watched as Sheila reached up and unzipped his pants. She unbuckled his belt and opened them wide. Armand's cock bobbled up and she smiled at the sight of it. His dick was partly stiff, I couldn't blame him, any guy would have had a hard on. Matter of fact, as I watched Sheila lean forward my cock began to stiffen too. She put her slender fingers on his shaft and held it, looking at it intently, her lips parted, licking her lips. I watched my wife bend her head closer, closer, planting a kiss right on the end of it, a kiss that continued with her soft lips opening slowly, sucking his penis in a fraction of an inch at a time. As she tasted him, Armand's cock grew longer and thicker and stiffer. I watched the firm flesh of his cock as she kept working it with her mouth. She closed her eyes and poured her energy into the blowjob, obviously relishing the taste of him. As she caressed him she alternated between taking all of it and licking and kissing up and down the length of him or concentrating on just the well formed head. I adjusted my pants to relieve my own cramped stiffy. Now she was inhaling his cock, her fingers on his balls, just like she had often done me, her head bobbing gently up and down, his shaft going deeper and deeper until her lips were touching the base of it. He was groaning from the pleasurable sensations. Wow, I thought, this was better than porn. Armand had unbuttoned her shirt and her tits were swinging free. They sure looked good, her nipples were already perky and pointed. She moved closer to give him better access to her chest. He cupped one juicy breast, then the other, working the ends between his fingers, eliciting muffled sighs of pleasure from her. I liked seeing this. I squeezed my crotch. I opened a beer and sipped it. She worked on him for 15 minutes, and all that time he showed no sign of losing control. He kept up a steady stream of encouragement, saying "Oh, yeah, baby, that's good, so good, yeah right there." It was very obvious this wasn't the first time she'd sucked his cock. I realized that the show was going to get a whole lot better. And selfishly, I wanted to be more than a poor spectator in my own backyard. So I carefully backed my way out of there, hustling back down the driveway to my truck. I started it up and drove in to the carport. Then I used my key to come in through the kitchen door, making some noise, carrying the twelve-pack. In the kitchen I called out, "Hey, I stopped at the nursery to talk to Jane. Sorry I'm late! Here's the beer!" I slowed my pace as I could hear some rustling of clothes and thumping. When I came through the door Sheila was seated back on her end of the couch, breathing heavily, and Armand was leaning forward, probably trying to hide his rod. I smiled at them both, handed Armand a beer. Oh my. They were both smiling sheepishly. Sheila licked her lips. She had buttoned her shirt oddly, one button off. I took a joint off the table and lighted it, to get things moving again. I knew they'd have started fucking, maybe they had, if I hadn't come inside, and I wanted that to happen, but I wasn't sure how to get there. I also wanted to fuck Sheila, and I didn't care if I got sloppy seconds, in fact I kind of wanted to be second now. So I went over to sit by my wife, and as we passed the joint I began feeling her up. At first she started to push my hands away, like "not in front of Armand", but I whispered something in her ear that stopped her cold. "I was watching you a few minutes ago, from outside. And it made me do fuckin' horny. Do you want to pick it up where you left off? It might be fun. I'm game." As I whispered in her ear Armand was toking on the joint, watching my hands moving under her shirt, squeezing and teasing my wife's sensitive tits. Sheila's body sort of melted back into my embrace. "Are you sure? Right here, right now? You'd want us to do that? If you want we could do that." She was smiling now, and turned her gaze back to her lover, taking the joint from him, taking a puff and handing it to me. Sheila slid over next to him and unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his trousers. Armand was looking at me, even as he raised up to help her get his pants off. I just smiled and nodded, not saying a word, but that was all he needed to see. She pulled his pants down, and laid them aside. Armand's cock was still hard. She stood and slowly shed her shirt, then her cutoffs, all the while watching him, as each of us stared at her now naked body. Sheila stepped forward, putting her knees on either side of his chest, moving deliberately. Armand was lying back, his pants off, his boner still wet from her mouth, it was standing straight up against his stomach, rigidly excited. Now he put one hand up squeezing her magnificent tits and the other between her legs on her pussy. I knew he had his fingers in her slit, the way she was rocking her hips and moaning, and I could hear the wetness. He brought his wet fingers up to his lips and licked them. She slowly lowered her ass down, one hand holding his cock up to her pussy, working it up and down her wet opening. He had a huge grin on his face, his hands now grasping her thighs, as she impaled herself on his cock, slowly sinking down until he was all the way in. This was definitely not their first time. I took my time with the joint while the steady thumping of Sheila's ass banging against Armand's hips drowned out all other sounds. Yes, this was a good show. I smoked and sipped and watched and listened, getting more stoned and horny by the minute. They kept changing position, taking great pleasure in every angle. I watched her position herself on all fours, and saw him place his hard, wet cock up to her cunt and work it in, slow and smooth. It seemed to take forever, to slide in, into her slit. His dick seemed bigger now, certainly just as hard, the knob of his cock a deep pinkish purple color. Sheila strained to back in to him, to get more of that rod inside her. He grabbed her tits and boned her like a dog and made her squeal. They turned again, oblivious to my presence, now he was fucking her from on top, his strokes slow and deep. Every now and then he pulled out and pressed the length of his erection against the outer lips of her sex, grinding it up against her clit, making her squirm and wiggle her legs and moan some more. "Oh yes, yes, Yes!Yes!Yes!Yes! Oh fuck me Armand, you're making me cum, ohohowowowo!" She was wailing and screaming as he drove her over the edge. Wow, the stories about Armand were true, he was giving her a royal fucking. I realized that my performance needed to get a whole lot better. I'd have been done by this time for sure. He started to take shorter, quicker strokes now, and her squeals and grunts came faster. I'd guess he'd made her cum two or three times already, now it was his turn. Pulling way out, then going way in, a few more spasmodic, involuntary convulsions, and his body began pumping its seed into her cunt. I watched her wrap her legs tightly over his arching back and her arms around his neck as he emptied his balls into her, his ass clenching and squeezing, their hips making the same rotating, plunging motion. As her climax subsided she covered his face and neck with kisses, telling him how good it was and how much she liked it. He pulled himself up, his cock sliding wetly out her hole, making a little popping sound. He sat beside her and she raised herself up and bent over his lap, to suck his penis now covered with the juices of their fucking. But it was too much sensation and he made her stop. She turned then to look at me, a big grin on her face. "So, is that what you had in mind?" "Oh yes, but we're not done. Come with me, Sheila, we're only just getting started." I stood and grabbed her hand, pulling her off the couch. I embraced her, gave her a kiss, full on her lips, and put my hand up to squeeze her tit. I was aching for her pussy, and the thought that Sheila had just fucked Armand didn't bother me at all. I headed toward the bedroom, saying over my shoulder, "Dude, make yourself at home." Sheila's arm went around my waist, and we hurried down the hall. We tore off my clothes. We didn't close the door. She went down on my cock eagerly, and I got harder and hotter, seeing her bobbing her head up and down, leaving my pole wet with her saliva, remembering how it looked to see her do this to Armand. I wanted to fuck her, I needed to put my cock into her cunt. I pushed her onto her back and got between her legs. Her pussy was wet and open, still dripping with Armand's come, and she was looking at me with a big smile on her face. I grinned back and asked her if she wanted another hard cock now and she just nodded her head, oh yes. I put my dick there and dragged the end of it up and down her creamy slit, spreading her well used vagina. She was so slick and hot, I couldn't hold back, I slowly sank inside, watching her pussy lips part around my shaft, seeing and feeling the juiciness of her pussy, seeing it come out covered with slick, wet semen. It felt so fine, and I was so turned on, I pulled myself up so my rod rode up and down against her clit. I was using the top of the shaft to give her continuous stimulation, as I had seen Armand do to her, something I had seldom done before. I was rewarded with squeals of delight, which gradually turned into shuddering, earthshaking orgasms. I was so loaded that the sensation was very different, and that was great, because I stayed hard. I thought now I needed to out fuck Armand, I thought I might lose my wife if he was so much better than me. So I never let up, with my cock, with my fingers, even my mouth, I kept at her and lost track of how many times she got off. When I licked the cum out of her she held my head right there and rocked her hips against my face, fucking my face. Finally, I was getting sore, but still pumping her, lying on my back with her on top of me. I had my own climax. I felt my balls draw up tightly against the base of my cock and the come started pumping out of me, adding to the beautiful gushy mess inside her. We were exhausted. We lay together, my cock slowly shrinking inside her well used pussy, the combined sperm from fucking two men was dripping out of her, down over my nuts and onto the bed. I held her close and we kissed, a long, deep kiss. "Sheila, you know I love you, no matter what you did, or what you do. You're always first with me, and I need to know you feel the same way about me." She looked into my eyes and kissed me again, and said, "I know. And I love you too. And I think we just proved it. Don't worry about Armand. That is just good fun, you know I've always liked to fuck my friends. And getting loaded, well, I couldn't stop, once we started it felt too good to stop, no way would I stop." She paused. "You knew I'd done him before. I mean, we started playing grab ass a year ago, just flirting. I thought you knew, I figured you didn't care. That's what Armand said. And that time you went out of town for two weeks, last summer. You were gone, and he was here. And he gave me some grass, he said if I smoked it I wouldn't be so sad, and the time would pass more quickly. And I said, Well, let's share it, isn't it better with a friend? "And it was better, you know how that is. And I could see he was getting excited, looking at me. And I asked him why he was staring at my tits, and he said he wanted to see them, would I just take off my top. So I showed him my tits. He was so cute, so polite, asking me if he could touch them. And then I said if he could see my tits, and touch them, I wanted to see his dick, and well, when I saw it, and I realized how horny he had gotten, I just had to touch it. And I did. And one thing led to another. And I admit, I like fucking him. I mean, I really like it. I don't want to stop." "And I think you got off on that today. I saw you watching us. I'm glad you came in." She was smiling now. "Did you like seeing me go down on him? Did it make you hot to see him put his cock in me, to see us fucking? Did it make you want to jack off out there?" I admitted, it was true, seeing her have sex with Armand had been a huge turn on. And knowing that he'd been fucking her all along was exciting. And right that minute, it was getting me excited all over again. I could feel my cock beginning to swell again inside her cunt. So could Sheila. Incredibly, we did it again, but this time I didn't get off, though Sheila had another earth shattering earthquake of an orgasm. I fell asleep, feeling so fine. She truly does love to fuck. About midnight I woke up alone in the bed, with a craving for more weed and sex. I went down the hall and rolled a joint, and as I lit it up I heard some groaning and some creaking noises from the den. In the dimness I could see the two of them, Sheila and Armand, on the couch, fucking again; she was on hands and knees, facing over the back of the couch into the room, and he was behind her, taking long, deep strokes. My dick was already rising. I went over and stood in front of her and held my cock up to her mouth, and she sucked me right in. For the next few hours he and I traded places fucking her mouth and her cunt and her tits, over and over. Later she said she'd never been so turned on as that, she loved having two hard cocks in her at the same time. I couldn't say which was more exciting, watching Armand put his cock into her, fucking her myself, or feeling her juicy wet cunt with my fingers, mouth and cock. Something about the shape of his dick, sort of an arrowhead look, parting the hairy lips of her snatch, the look on his face and hearing her gasping with pleasure, was a huge turn on for me. Each time one of us had a climax the other would be stimulated to more activity. Sheila said that it was the best sex she'd ever had, and she can't believe that I'm ok with it, and that my technique is so much better since I learned from Armand. But as much as she loves me, she likes having two guys at once. I can't blame her. Willie Duet * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 43